Hi, my name is Ross Dykstra and I am a stay at home dad. I am married to a smoking hott, brilliant, genius woman (MaKenzie Noelle) and together we have a daughter (Maebyn) who is a fresh 5 months old. The purpose for this blog is tell our family story and how it is intrinsically intertwined into the larger story of our Creator God.
Being how this is our first post, I think it’s only right to give a little background into our story. MaKenzie and I met at the one and only Taylor University, as two fresh-faced 18 & 19 year old kids. We got married the summer after she graduated, on August 23, 2008. We both entered marriage with the common American dream of career, house, dog, kids. These things were all I ever wanted and I had found the girl that was perfect to accomplish this with. Next up? Get a job, have two and a half kids and let the wife stay home. To make a long story short, this isn’t our story. Or at least our story isn’t the version I had dreamed of my whole life. It’s taken me 4 years to get to a place where I am no longer angry, frustrated, and upset about my failed dreams.
Like I said earlier, my wife (MaKenzie) is the cats pajama’s. She currently works full time to pay our bills and does countless other things for our family as well, like maintaining a side business she started (shout out). With out her I would be in a bad place. For now our roles are reversed, I’m the care taker and she’s the provider. Our goal is not to stay in these roles forever but for now we see how this is exactly where we need to be. God is discipling us through our unconventional lives right now and we can see him at work. This has probably been the toughest season we have had in our marriage but also the most rewarding. We see that God is on the move and we are excited to see where he leads us.
This blog is meant to show that God is a God of details. We hope that through the story of our family, one that looks much different than the American dream, we can illustrate how there’s more to each of us than what our culture and society defines.
So when you feel like culture around you demands you to be something you’re not, in the words of the beloved family man Clark Griswold, “Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass.”